Dear Wisdom,

The moon, who I normally love, looms over these mountain and me these days.  This week, I’ve been cautiously checking over my shoulder to see where it’s at: from less than half to half to more than half to nearly full. . . tonight.   I am too keenly aware that this waxing and waning is a 30 day process and that this is the 8^th full moon I’m seeing with you still inside.   I am already thrilled to meet you fas à fas but we happy to count the days  o n e  by  o n e, sunrise to moonrise, until you just can’t help it but arrive.